TO THE RAIN You reach me out of the age of the air clear falling toward me each one new if any of you has a name it is unknown but waited for you here that long for you to fall through it knowing nothing hem of the garment do not wait until I can love all that I am to know for maybe that will never be touch me this time let me love what I cannot know as the man born blind may love color until all that he loves fills him with color -- W. S. Merwin THAT'S FUCKING SUBLIME! Mike Geary Memphis ----- Original Message ----- From: Stan Spiegel To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Sunday, October 15, 2006 12:46 AM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Poetry x 2 = Sabbatical Lawrence said: >> Perhaps there is nothing you want to learn from Merwin.<< Mike replied: No, I just want to use him for my Spiritual Sexual needs. "Spiritual sexual needs." Now there's a package of needs I've never considered. Do I have them too? Or are they only available to Southerners? What do they consist of, Mike? Would you elaborate? Ah! Are you talking about intercourse with God? Stan Spiegel